Alone

CHAPTER 9 The Flashback

*This chapter will be a flashback from y/n's past the day her mother died. At this time y/n is 15 years old. The name of the mother is Lily, and Nick Fury is your father. Both your parents are S.H.E.I.L.D agents, your father being the head. At the beginning of the story your parents are letting you wander around the base since you want to be an agent.*

Y/n's Pov

The halls were far from empty in this place. They weren't crowded but they most definitely were not empty. Many people with briefcases and papers walked threw the hallway rather quickly as they all usually had important meetings with some of their colleagues and occasionally superiors. I was just walking around. Since my father, Nick Fury, was the highest rank in S.H.E.I.L.D I had access to everywhere and everything in the building. When I was walking in the halls I saw a strikingly beautiful lady with red hair and green eyes that could freeze the warmest person. She looked like she was 19 ish, maybe 20. I wasn't paying attention to anything but her. I tripped but didn't hit the ground, I was spun around to see the beautiful red head holding me. She had a grin on her face, it looked innocent yet evil.

"Falling for me already, Fury?" She chuckled.

I could feel my face turning bright red as my eyes widened. I tried to speak but I was struggling to find the right words.

"I- um-.. How did you know my last name..?" I stuttered.

"Your father told me to watch for you. Keep you out of trouble, danger.." she said putting me back onto my feet.

"And it looks like I've already done that." She smirked.

I dusted off my shirt and looked into her emerald green eyes. She turned around and walked away, into a meeting room. I turned around and got back to giving myself a tour. I walked through the now empty halls since everyone was either in a meeting, on a mission, or out for lunch.

Around 30 minuets had past and the halls began to fill with people again. It wasn't overly crowded but still very far from empty. Everyone was in suits and very professional clothing. It made me stand out since I was just wearing ripped jeans, Nike sneakers, a lose t-shirt, and a flannel sweater tied loosely around my waist. I felt like a penny in a pile of dollar bills.

Before I could do anything else I heard a loud alarm going of along with people yelling and rushing towards the exits of the building. I was being pushed back in forth like a soccer ball being kicked. I wasn't able to go anywhere until I felt myself being pulled to the side. I felt a sharp thin knife rest at my neck.

"Yell for help and I slit your throat" a deep voice threatened.

The anonymous person put the knife in their pocket and grabbed my wrist, dragging me into a room and tying me to a chair. They put duct tape over my mouth as they walked out of the room. I was very tired since I didn't get any sleep the night before due to the homework I was attempting to catch up on. The lack of sleep was causing me to not able able to use my full strength. I didn't lose too much though, considering I'm not to strong currently in general.

A little while later I looked up to see my parents being shoved into the room. Both of them had guns held to their heads with their hands tied behind their backs. One of the men ripped the tape harshly off my mouth, leaving a red mark where the tape was on my face.

"M-mom.. dad!?" I yelled.

My mom started to cry at the sight of me and my father stayed silent. I was never to close with my father since he wasn't around to often. Even though we weren't as close as a father and daughter should be I could still see the fear and worry in his eyes. The people untied my parents after they were sure they weren't armed with any possible weapons. My mom immediately ran to me and wrapped her arms and me. My dad put his hand on my shoulder, he never was an 'affectionate' person.

"Choose which one dies" one of the men said to me pointing guns at my parents.

"W-what!?" I shouted.

"I said." The man stepped closer to me "Choose"

I felt tears slowly falling down my face to my chin, then falling onto my neck.

"I- I-... no.." I quietly said while looking down.

I felt the gun hitting my head. I was terrified. The worst part was knowing that I couldn't do anything to stop this, I was useless, vulnerable. I didn't want anyone to die, especially my parents. I felt the gun press further into the side of my head.

Before I could do anything I here a gunshot and my head immediately flicks up to see what happened. I saw my mom holding her chest with blood running down her white dress shirt. She very quickly fell to the the ground.

"You made your choice" the man said untying me.

He ran away before my dad could get him. My dad ran out of the room leaving me with my mother. My tears ran down my face, falling faster by the second. I got on my knees, kneeling over my mother.

"M-mom.. mom!" I yelled as she closed her eyes.

"Hunny.." my mother whispered.

She put her hand on my cheek and opened her eyes slightly. She attempted to put a smile on her face.

"Mom.. I- . Please, don't die on me!" I shouted.

"Y/n.. it's ok... it's ok" she quietly said.

"I don't wanna lose you mom" I said while my tears started to fall to the ground.

"You won't." She said before closing her eyes.

"Mom.. mom!?" I yelled.

I put my finger on her wrist, trying to find a heartbeat or warmth. There wasn't any. Her heart stopped.

"Mom.." I whispered.

I lifted her up hugging her cold body.

"No.. please, please.. no, no, no, no!"

My tears began to double by the second. I felt my heart sink into my chest, I've lost my mother. She was always there for me. I didn't know what to do. I felt lost, like I was in a city without a map or directions. My father came back into the room and wrapped his arms around me. This was the first time I've seen him cry, it was also the first time I've hugged him. I barley noticed since I was still in shock from the death of my mother.

I hid my head in my fathers shoulder as people carried my mothers cold corpse away. After that I stayed in my room for a few months until I started my training for becoming a S.H.E.I.L.D agent. Very quickly I finished my training and became a high ranked agent who quickly was assigned to very many missions. My built up rage and fear helped with the fighting on my missions. But no matter how many missions I completed I still felt like I could do more. Then I was recruited by a man named Tony Stark. The next day I was a full fledged Avenger.